Sunday Respite

Oh, the pressure is on here in Sarasota. With two weeks or so until we lock the program, it's a furious dash to the finish line. On my desk, a pile of DVDs that seems to reach to the sky. And this poor blog, which I love writing, sits relatively unattended as we update our tracking system, communicate with colleagues and artists and try to get the program into final, working order. The deadline looms, there are a million details to finalize. Just outside front door of the office, which serves as my apartment while I am in Florida, the sun continues to shine.

I am grateful, though. The trees blot out the world around me and I am insulated by opposing illuminations; Cinema and sunshine. It’s almost impossible to concentrate. But concentrate I must. Back to work...